A Change
At first, she required one to be suspicious. The abrupt shift in his manner was something that she observed. A moment ago, he was beyond enraged, but now he was neutral, or perhaps even a bit friendly. He had been quite angry. She had no idea for what he was trying to accomplish. “I’m sorry, sir, but I are unable to let you leave until you have paid the bill,” she stated, her voice trembling slightly and indicating that she was uncertain. But he had to keep his calm since he was confident that he could convince her to rethink her mind.
A Change
The Unseen Battle
Pat’s jaw clenched. The turmoil within him wasn’t visible to the casual observer. He was a soldier, fighting a different kind of war now. His eyes darted around the diner, each patron an unknowing witness to his silent battle. The tension in his shoulders spoke volumes. He needed to control the situation, to strategize like he was back in the field. The waitress was an adversary, but not the enemy — the real enemy was the pain and injustice he felt. How do we fight battles that others cannot see?
The Unseen Battle
